Overheard in the classroom: “I play Minecraft!” Kid One. “Of course you do!” Kid Two, rolling his eyes. My, these kindergarteners can be quite vicious, can’t they?
Category: School Scribblings
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It was a Cold and Boring Night
"To me, as a gay boy, hugging another boy was perfectly natural. It always has been, it always will be. I always felt instinctively somehow that people would disapprove and say I was naughty. And I always felt instinctively that I knew what I wanted and I was going to have it and all those disapproving people could just go suck eggs and pound sand. Even at the height of the worst spiritual and sexual repression that Oklahoma and its churches could dole out, my inner belief has always been the same. There's nothing wrong with me. I've known who I am and what I wanted since I was at least five. And everyone else who is not onboard with that can go over Niagra Falls without a barrel."
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When I was 17 …
Dear Kris, As you may or may not be aware of, that wonderful time of year is upon us, or rather, you. Yes, that’s right, dear Claus, the time for you to finally earn your keep and work off some of those extra pounds Mrs. Claus has so cruelly heaped upon your lean-in-spirit frame over...
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Letter to Santa (1981)
Dear Kris, As you may or may not be aware of, that wonderful time of year is upon us, or rather, you. Yes, that’s right, dear Claus, the time for you to finally earn your keep and work off some of those extra pounds Mrs. Claus has so cruelly heaped upon your lean-in-spirit frame over...
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The Energy Crisis and Its Effect on America (1981)
The American Energy Crisis has had profound effects on us all. Past, present, and, most assuredly, future American presidents have shaped, and will continue to shape, the energy policies of this nation in a direction so as to increase production of domestic energy and to exploit alternate energy sources to decrease our dependence on foreign...
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Tomorrow Today Yesterday (c. 1978)
Dreams, trials, memories Hopes, fears, memories Desires, defeats, memories Isn’t yesterday anything but memories? No, tomorrow is always a memory a scent a taste a touch Why then is tomorrow nothing but dreams? Why then is today always realizations? God only knows, only He knows among everyone Futile dreams, frustrating realities, bitter memories. Is that...